Jo’s Blog

No I DIDN’T watch it. The 2 minute trailer was ENOUGH.

Anyways, something freaky happened today. I was taking a shower in the morning when I heard a loud(really loud) thud coming from the ceiling. Like something heavy fell on our ceiling. Very very freaky and downright scary. I dismissed it as the neighbour or maybe some random cat on the roof.

Then I came home today and Al said that the attic door on the ceiling was slightly ajar. Even scarier. We then spent about an hour trying to climb up to the attic WITHOUT a ladder. Did not find anything. But can’t figure out what made that noise. And how the attic door was moved.

SO, if no one hears from me for the next few days, call the police. And keep this in mind for the future as long as I’m living in this house. Well, except for the weekend of the 13th in April. I’m going to the beach. If I’m still around that is.

This is really scary shit.

What’s Gordon Brown getting at?

He’s increased road tax for SUVs by…..(drumroll) £35 for the year. Yes for the whole year. Big frigging deal! £35 would probably just about buy half a tank of petrol for these fuel guzzling, air polluting vehicles. Those yummy mummys won’t feel anything. Surely £35 is nothing compared to a £35k Porsche Cayenne which seems to be the favourite in my neighbourhood.

At least he’s decreased the VAT for condoms…..Although will I benefit from that? Not likely.

Woke up at 8am today(was supposed to be up at 7am). Had a dream about him. Its always strange when I dream about him. He never speaks.

Mad rush to shower, dry my hair, put on knickers, stockings(hold-ups actually, aristoc - lace tops with added stretch, and do I need the added stretch), skirt, shirt oops forgot the bra. Happens very often these days, forgetting to put on important items of clothing when I’m in a rush.

Anyways, managed to get to the client at 9.15. Same old excuse - crazy traffic/car problems. I wonder what would happen if I said that I was late because I stayed in bed dreaming about him.

The rest of the day is boring - how interesting can client meetings about revenue recognition comparing UK/US GAAP be. Not very. At least he’s around. Grabbing my mouse pretending its his, while I’m using it. Maybe he just wants to hold my hand. Maybe I should grab his ‘mouse’.

Leave work at 7(I should really cut down my hours). Meet up with Em & Em(geddit Eminem) for dinner. They have been harrassing me to try on the garter belt that they bought me for my birthday.  Hate to break it to them that it damn uncomfortable. Especially when there’s a matching lace thong. Its just wrong. Fine it looks wrong on me. And I’m afraid that there’s just no one around to appreciate it. Al has said that he’s seen me too often in my jammies to find me attractive anymore.

Make my excuses to leave at 8.30 as CSI(Season 6!) is on at 9. Have been told to stop watching American junk and start with some normal British shows.

Finally fall asleep at 1230. After tossing and turning for one hour contemplating issues like when will I die, how will I die, should I have heath ledger’s or jake gyllenhaal’s babies?

Have decided to start a blog on friendster. blogspot wasn’t that user friendly. Let’s hope this is better(easier).

So this is like the second birthing of my blog.

Anyways, just had a sausage and onion sandwich, onion especially strong, and just realised that I have a meeting with the MD in 10 minutes. Hence my panic search for some breath mints. When will I learn…..